Chapter 7

Morris

 

It’s been a month since the first night that I spent with Mellie and we haven’t spent very many apart since. This has been the best couple of months of my life and I fall for Mel a little more each day. It isn’t just about her gorgeous looks or the amazing sex, though it’s a big plus, the more I get to know her, the deeper I get. She’s sweet, funny, loving, down to earth and loyal. All of the things that I was beginning to think that I would never find in a woman. We have fallen into an easy rhythm and each day with her gets better and better.

The only dark spot has been that without fail each week she gets those creepy black roses. There is never any card and whoever is sending them uses a different florist each time. I know that it is beginning to really scare her even if she hasn’t said as much. She’s been a trooper about it all. Every time she gets the roses she calls Marc, or I and we go and check them out. If we can’t get to her one of the other guys go for us. So far none of us can figure out who is sending them. We have even gone to the different florists that have been used.

Unfortunately, that’s been one dead end after another. Whoever is sending the roses orders them online and pays with one of those prepaid cards. It’s pretty much impossible to trace since you can get them at almost every convenience store in the country. It’s frustrating as hell to not know why the fuck someone would send her this shit. Not even having a clue as their reasoning is not only worrying me but the rest of the guys as well.

Marc and I spent one afternoon about two weeks ago looking up the symbolism of black roses. After finding out a bunch of useless shit like that they aren’t truly black just and extremely dark red, we learned why someone would send them. And unless the person sending them to her is into gothic culture, they are sending them as an omen about death. To say the two of us were pissed was an understatement. I get angrier every time I see those fucking flowers and how the light in her eyes dims a little with fear.

At some point this bastard is going to fuck up and I’ll be waiting. I wish was that there was more that we could do instead of just waiting around for the next delivery. You can see Marc getting edgier each week and I can’t say that I’m doing much better. It also sucks that we can’t be with her 24/7. I have a bad feeling about these roses and I wish that there was a way to protect her better. Locking her in her house has its appeal but I have a feeling that Mel won’t be overly accepting of that idea. Especially not since her and Michelle are so close to the re-opening.

I walk into her kitchen and see her standing by the kitchen sink, drinking her coffee while looking out the window. If she hadn’t told me that her favorite flowers were sunflowers, I would’ve been able to guess just by walking into her kitchen. Her curtains, towels, pot holders, vases and just about everything else has a sunflower on them. She says that since everything is stainless steel and dark gray that she wanted to add color. I think it’s a little much since it looks like sunflowers threw up all over the place but whatever makes her happy. Her house is comfy and reflects her personality, she loves it and I just want to be wherever she is.

We’ve only stayed at my apartment a few times. Honestly, I think that I have more clothes at her place than I do my own. The first time I brought her there she looked around with her nose all scrunched up like she was dying to say something, but it was killing her to hold it in. When I asked what she thought she told me that my apartment was boring and cold. Looking around at her place I can see where she was coming from. Since I rent I didn’t really feel the need to paint or add any personal touches. I have my couch, TV, bed, and kitchen table. I don’t really need anything else, but she decided after seeing it that we would be spending more time at her place. I don’t care either way as long as she’s in my arms at the end of the day, but I guess women are pickier.

I step further into the kitchen and she turns to look at me upon hearing my steps. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. She is tiny compared to me but still seems to fit perfectly. She tilts her head to the side giving me access to her neck and the spot behind her ear that drives her crazy. I just start to kiss my way down her neck when we get disturbed.

“What the fuck! People eat in here you know!” Marc walks in half pretending to cover his eyes. It’s like the bastard has radar for every time I come within an inch of her.

“It’s not like we were fucking on the table shit for brains.” Mel replies while glaring at her brother. Guess I’m not the only one who is upset that we were interrupted. I just go take a seat at said table since I’ve learned that once they get going there really is no stopping them.

“I don’t want to ever hear about you fucking! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Well here’s the thing, my name is the one on the deed, so if I want to fuck my man on the kitchen table than I will, and you have no say what so ever.” I wouldn’t mind fucking her on the table. We’ve been almost everywhere else in the house but haven’t made our way in here yet. There is a lot that we could do with the table and chairs.

“That’s disgusting!” Marc says while glaring at the two of us. I just shrug at him, if Mel wants sex on the kitchen table than I’m more than game.

“Well you could always be a big boy and find your own place to live instead of living with your little sister.” Mel states without any venom. She may say that she wants him to move out, but I know she likes having him here. I know that she wouldn’t want to be here all by herself.

“Nah I like it here. Why go through all the hassle of finding a new place when I’m already comfortable,” he says, but him and I both know that’s no exactly the reason.

We have a conversation a few days ago about me and Mel. He knows that she’s it for me and that I’m eventually going to be moving in and not just keeping clothes here. He has no problem with it since I make Mellie happier than she’s been “since she got her ugly ass Pepto Bismol quad” his words. But with someone sending her those fucking roses we both think that it would be best for both of us to be around just in case. We’re hoping that nothing happens but neither of us is willing to take any chances where she is concerned.

“You’re such a lazy bastard.” Mel says while rolling her eyes and pouring herself more coffee. I swear that I’ve never seen anyone drink as much coffee as she does. I don’t even think that she has blood anymore…just coffee.

“I’m not lazy. I just love you so much that the thought of leaving you is unbearable.” He says while putting one hand over his heart and the other over his eyes. It’s like watching my own personal comedy show with these two.

“You’re an idiot.”

“And you’re grumpy until you’ve had your fifth pot of coffee but we all have our burdens to bear.”

“I’m going to take a shower. Try to talk some intelligence into this one (pointing at Marc) will you?” She says to me before she kisses my lips and walks out of the kitchen coffee cup firmly in hand.

Marc grabs us both some coffee and sits down across from me. He may act like a moron at times but the level of intelligence behind his eyes is scary. He puts up a good façade about being the goofy idiot but when you dig a little deeper that’s all it is, is a façade. His eyes reveal how much he’s seen in life and I honestly don’t think that I really want to know. Spending so much time with him outside of work I’ve gotten to know him even better and stupid is not a word that I would ever associate with him. I honestly have a feeling that his IQ is quite a bit higher than most peoples. But if he wants to play the village idiot to make life happier than I’m good with it.

“So, what are you two up to today?” Marc asks me while sipping on his coffee.

“Just relaxing during the day and then we have dinner at your parent’s house tonight. But you knew that already since you’re going as well.”

“Oh, that’s right. Meeting my parents for the first time,” he says, smirking at me.

“Yeah…and?” I say trying to figure out where the hell he is going with this.

“Nervous about meeting your better halves father?” He asks seemingly innocent.

“No. Why would I be?” I know that he trying to screw with me somehow…I just know it.

“Well…I mean if you think that I’m protective over Mellie than you’re really in for a shock with our dad. She’s his little princess and he can get a little crazy when it comes to her.” And there it is. He’s trying to get me nervous. He really needs to get a life.

“Why would I care if he is protective over her? He’s her father. That’s how a good dad is supposed to be. And have you forgotten that I’ve met them already at the barbeque that you and Mel threw this past summer? Your dad and I got along really well.” I remind him. Beth and Martin Bell are really great people and I spent a lot of time talking to Martin that day.

“Sure, but that was before you were defiling his little girl. Just don’t take it too personally if he isn’t overly friendly towards you. Ya know how dads are with their little girls. No one will ever be good enough for her.” He says smiling like a shithead.

“I can’t believe you just talked about me “defiling” your sister. You really have some fucking issues. And why are you telling me all this?”

“What? I can’t be a good friend and try to warn you? I’m hurt that you think that I would let you walk into my parent’s house blind.”

“Let’s face facts, you’re not exactly the most generous of people. So please don’t be offended if I think that you’re full of shit.”

“Whatever don’t say that I didn’t try to warn you.” He says before getting up to put his now empty coffee cup in the dishwasher. He then walks out of the kitchen without a backwards glance. I’m sure he was just trying to psych me out…. right?

 

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Mellie

 

Morris and I are in his truck making the thirty-minute drive to my parent’s house for dinner. Marc opted to take his own since he can’t seem to go one night without whoring it up. I swear that he is going to end up with an incurable disease. The chicks are always nasty looking. I mean really would it kill him to get some standards and find someone worthwhile?

I keep fidgeting in my seat thanks to being so nervous about introducing Morris to my parents. I know that he has met them already but it’s still a little nerve wracking. I know that I am no longer a teenager and shouldn’t worry about bringing home a guy to meet my parents. But this just feels big for some reason. I never really cared anytime I brought someone to meet my parents. It was kind of like sink or swim. Maybe it’s because I knew that most of those relationships wouldn’t really go anywhere. Or maybe it’s just that Morris is quickly becoming my everything. Either way I’m nervous about how tonight is going to go.

I’m always going to be daddy’s little girl at heart. He was the first man that I ever loved, and his opinion is very important me. We’ve always been super close, and it would kill me if he wasn’t accepting of Morris. I voiced my concerns to Marc and he told me not worry about it and that everything would be fine. Well his exacts words were “Stop obsessing, you need to relax. It’s not like dad’s going to kill him.” But I took it to mean that everything will be okay.

Morris reaches over, grabs my left hand, kisses it and then rests it on his thigh with his hand on top. I guess me wringing my hands had become a little annoying.

“Babe you really shouldn’t be the one that is nervous in this scenario.” He says through a chuckle. Glad that he finds my anxiousness amusing.

“But you don’t know what my dad is like. He has always been horrible to every guy that I have ever brought home.” And it’s true. One of them he wouldn’t even speak directly to, he just kept glaring at him and purposely calling him the wrong name when he would ask me something about him. To say it was an awkward night is an understatement.

“Baby first. I really don’t need to hear about you bringing other men around. Second maybe your dad realized that they were losers who didn’t deserve you. Having a girl means that you constantly have to be on guard for assholes who would hurt her in some way. I can guarantee you that if we ever have a girl, I’ll probably be a hundred times worse than he is. Just relax and enjoy the night with your family.” He says while kissing my hand again and going back to driving like he didn’t just say something monumental.

Holy crap! I cannot believe that he just said if we have a girl. That means that he’s thought about having kids. We’ve never talked about any of that and he just drops that bomb like it’s no big deal. What if I didn’t want kids? Okay well that’s not even a consideration because I love kids and want at least three. And yeah now thinking about it I wouldn’t mind two little boys who look like him and a little girl with my hair and his eyes. But seriously who just says stuff like that out of left field?

I must still have that deer in headlights look because when he looks over at me he goes.

“You okay honey? You know tonight will be fine. I know you love to stress about stuff but really this is not going to be bad.”

“We’ve never talked about that before.” I say kind of mumbling.

“About how it will go with your parents?” He asks looking thoroughly confused.

“You said if we have a girl.” I can see the moment recognition lights his eyes and he just smirks at me.

“Well yeah honey. I don’t know about you but I’m in this for the long haul. I figured you realized that since I’m practically living with you and officially meeting your parents.”

“We’ve just never talked about any of this. What if I don’t want kids?” I ask in a high-pitched voice that makes me sound like a demented Minnie mouse. He doesn’t even verbally respond to that. Just raises his eyebrow while his eyes are saying “you’re full of shit.”

“Okay so I want kids.” I amend “But don’t you think that you should have a discussion with the future mother before you start even contemplating the sex of our hypothetical children?”

“What are we doing now babe?”

“You can’t be serious. You want to have this conversation right before we have dinner with my parents?” Is he on crack? A conversation like this requires loads of time and at least a pros and cons list!

“It’s not that complicated Mel. Either you see yourself with me in the future, married with kids or you don’t. No stressing, over analyzing and no lists. Go with gut. Yes or no?” He asks me while still leisurely driving. How in the hell is he not freaking out? This is a huge thing to decided. What if….

“Yes or no babe.” He says again a little more forcefully, but I have just been staring at him with my mouth open. So, I go with my gut and say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Yes.” He looks over at me and the smile that he gives me is breathtaking.

“See that was easy.” I just snort and roll my eyes at that. “And we finished up just in time for dinner.” He says putting the truck in park in my parent’s driveway. He gets out and walks around the truck to my side to help me out. I grab onto his hand and try to warn him one last time.

“I’m serious…he might be mean to you.” I say while pouting like a two-year old. Morris just looks down and smiles at me while giving my hand a squeeze.

“I’m a big boy honey. I can handle when someone doesn’t want to play with me.” He says laughing at how worried I am about him. What an ass!

Three and a half hours later and it’s obvious that all of my worrying was for nothing. Both of my parents have been treating Morris like he’s their second son. I don’t know what alternate universe I stepped into but I’m more than willing to go with it. Dad, Morris, and Marc all went out to the garage to talk about cars or whatever men seem to do in there for so long. Leaving just mom and I to clean up the kitchen. It’s so nice how they all snuck out just when it was time to clean.

“I like him.” My mom states like she hasn’t been fawning all over him tonight.

“Really mom…I had no clue,” I deadpan. She just gives me that mom look, you know the one that could peel paint and continues on with what she wanted to say.

“He seems like a great man. I liked him at your barbeque, but I like him even more after seeing how he is with you. The man never took his eyes off of you and always made sure that he was sweetly touching you. Your father used to be like that when we were first married. Always touching and kissing me.” She says on a sigh. Gross so don’t need this trip down memory lane. As far as I’m concerned, Marc and I were both immaculately conceived.

“Please stop mom…I just ate.”

“Oh, shut up. Your father and I were your age once too. I was just letting you know that I think you finally have a keeper.”

“Thanks ma.” I would be lying if I said that he approval doesn’t make me ecstatic. No one wants their parents to hate the guy that they can see themselves with.

“And I’m pretty sure that your father is even more in love with him than you are.” What is it with people dropping these types of bombs on me today? Am I warning a freaking sign that says please freak me out?

“Umm yeah were not at that point yet mom. That whole love thing will take some time.” She just makes some noncommittal sound and goes back to putting the dishes away.

“What mom? Say what you want to say.”

“I just think that you’re a fool if you don’t realize that he loves you and that you love him right back baby girl.”

“We’ve only been together for like two months.”

“Love doesn’t have a time frame Mel. It just happens when it happens. With your father I knew by the end of our second date that he was the one for me. We got married eight months later and a year later had your brother than you. That was almost thirty years ago. When you know, you know.” She says while smiling and getting me another piece of chocolate cake. Nothing like chocolate to calm a freak out.

“Don’t you think that I would know if I was in love mom?” I mumble through the huge bite of the double chocolate cake that she made.

It’s not that I can’t see myself ever loving Morris because I totally can. Every day he comes to mean more and more to me. But love? I mean I really like being with him, talking to him, laughing with him and sleeping in his arms. But two months is just too early to be sure…isn’t it?

“I’m sure you would sweet girl.” She says while eyeing me like I’m a bug under a microscope.

“Yes, I would and I’m telling you that it’s too early for you to even be thinking that.”

“Thinking what?” My dad asks while the three of them walk through the door. I freeze with the fork halfway to my mouth and just look at my mother in panic.

“About how much more business the girls are going to have now that they have a bakery/coffee shop.” My mother lies without batting an eye. I really need to learn how she does that. Oh, Yoda please teach me the way of the force!

“Well that’s true Mellie Bellie.” I will only ever allow my daddy to call me that ridiculous nickname. “You both are going to make a killing. I can’t even begin to tell you how proud your mother and I are of both of you girls.”

“Thanks daddy.” I whisper and shyly look down at my cake. When I look back up I see Morris staring at me with an intense look that I can’t place.

“Yeah, who knew ditz one and two would be successful.” Marc says while cutting himself another slice of cake. Too bad he was more focused on the cake than the fact that my mother's hand is about to make contact with the back of his head.

“Owww.” The jackass says while rubbing the spot my mom just slapped. “What was that for?”

“Stop being mean to your sister. You know that she isn’t a ditz.” Yay mom “You know she’s way too neurotic to ever be ditzy.” Never mind.

“Geez with family members like you, who needs enemies.” I say pouting down at my almost finished cake.

“Don’t worry baby girl, you know that you’ll always be my favorite,” Dad says, while kissing the top of my head.

“Martin! You are not supposed to tell them that you have a favorite!” My mother scolds.

“Do you really think gigantic over there didn’t figure it out the day we brought Mel home?” I almost forgot that Morris was in the room until I hear laughing.

“You call your own son gigantic?” Morris asks, while almost doubling over.

“Look at him…wouldn’t you?” My dad asks completely serious.

“Ya know…I’m standing right here.”

“What’s your point sweetheart?” Mom asks as she puts the rest of the cake away. Damn I was going to try to sneak that home with me.

“That Mel’s right…who needs enemies with you guys around.”

“Don’t you have some bad choices to go and make?” I question with a smirk. The one thing that sets mom off the most is how much of a man-whore he is.

“I don’t know why you need to go after so many women with no morals. Honestly you should be thinking about finding a nice girl and settling down. Not going out and finding a new woman each time. That is just disgusting.” And she’s off! I have a huge smile on my face as big brother is glaring at me.

“Yeah Marc, don’t you want mom to be proud of the choices you make?” I goad.

“Your sisters right sweetheart. It’s embarrassing that you sleep around the way that you do. You’re getting closer to thirty. You should be thinking about getting married and having children. I would like some grandchildren someday soon and preferably when you’re in an actual relationship.” If looks could kill I would be dead from the death lasers that are shooting out of Marc’s eyes.

“Well mom don’t worry, I’m sure Mel will be giving you some grandchildren soon.” Motherfucker…you did not just say that.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT?” Both of my parent’s screech at the same time. I’m going to kill that gigantic shithead…slowly.

“No, I’m not pregnant and have no plans to be for a long time!” I practically yell. I look over at Morris who is looking very strangely right. He almost looks kind of sad, but I have no idea why. Well maybe he realizes that I’m about to murder my brother and will probably be spending the rest of my life in prison.

“Oh…well yes I guess you do have some time for all of that.” Mom says while actually pouting. Are you kidding me? Is grandchildren fever a thing? Maybe I should have my dad get her a dog or something to take care of.

“Yes, I do. Plus, Marc is the oldest, so it really should be him first anyway. You never know with how many women he goes through, one of them is probably pregnant right now.” Game on shithead.

“Definitely not! I always use a condom!” He’s now yelling at me.

“With the way they look, even if you triple bagged it, that wouldn’t be enough!”

“Alright you two…. enough! You would think with the way you go at each other that you’re still kids and not grown ass adults! I mean it, I’ll spray you with a spray bottle to separate you.” Dad says obviously having had enough of this conversation.

“Fine.”

“Sorry daddy.” I say, making sure that I stick my bottom lip out a bit.

“It’s okay Mellie Bellie. You made some good points about your brother’s extracurricular activities and the consequences that they might have.” It’s great being daddy’s little girl some days.

“Morris do you have any siblings?” My mom inquires.

“No ma’am, I don’t. My mom said that by the time I was two, that I was such a “Handful” that there was no way she would be able to handle another one of me.” He says on a chuckle.

“You should be glad man; little sisters are awful. Although I wouldn’t have minded a brother. Ya know…someone not annoying.” Marc says while staring at me.

“Yeah who knows…you could’ve ended up with a brother like this jackass!”

“Melanie watch your language!” I get scolded by my mother like a three-year old.

“Sorry mom.”

“You two get worse the older you get. You both will be eighty years old beating each other with your damn canes!” Mom says sounding exasperated with us. Can’t say I blame her. We really do go at each other constantly, but if we didn’t everyone would get bored.

“Okay and on that note, I think it’s time for Morris and I to get going. Thank you for dinner mom. Everything was amazing as usual.”

“Your very welcome sweetie.” She pulls me in close for a hug and whispers. “It’s so good to see you so happy baby girl.” She kisses my cheek and releases me to go give Morris and Marc each a hug. That’s one thing with my mom, hugs are something that she gives out all the time.

“It was very nice seeing you again ma’am. Thank you for having me over, Mel is right, everything was wonderful.” Hmmm someone is lying on the charm.

“Oh, stop calling me ma’am.” Mom says while smacking his bicep. “It makes me feel old. Just call me Beth sweetie.”

“Okay ma’am…. Beth.” He acquiesces

“Bye daddy…see you soon.” I give him a kiss and a big hug.

“Bye sweet girl.” My dad turns to Morris and shakes his hand.

“Drive safely…you’re carrying precious cargo.” And my blush decides to make an appearance.

“I’m well aware sir.” Morris states as he’s looking into my eyes. I can feel myself get even redder. Geez I need to carry around an ice pack or something.

“Okay…let’s go,” I say, as I grab onto Morris’ hand and practically drag him out to his truck.

 

 

 

 

 

Morris

 

 

Mel has been silent the entire way back to her house. She’s just been staring out her window lost in her own little world. Granted, she does that a lot. But right now, it seems like there is something really on her mind and I have a feeling that it’s about whatever conversation she was having with her mother when we walked in. I’ll give it to her, Beth is definitely quick on her feet, but Mel looking shocked and scared gave away the lie. I swear she couldn’t lie to save her life. Not that it’s a bad thing. I like knowing that she isn’t playing games and is truthful about what she says.

We walk into the house and Mel still seems to be in her little haze. She walks straight back to her bedroom, so I take my time to make sure that the house is locked up and secure. I’m normally vigilant, but more so, ever since she started getting those roses. After double checking all the locks, I walk back to Mel’s bedroom and see that she has already changed for bed. Even in black yoga pants and one of my t-shirts she is one of the sexiest women I have ever seen. The fact that she chooses to wear one of my shirts sets off something primal in me. I like knowing that she marks herself as mine. Caveman Ish…. maybe. But I like it a hell of a lot.

I sit down next to her as she applies her lotion. Watching her after her shower and nightly routines, I finally figured out why she always smells like cotton candy. I think that I’m going to buy her a case of that shit for Christmas. Although it’s probably bad that I get a boner every time I smell cotton candy now. That could become problematic if we ever go to a fair. But I now love the smell of it. I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck and inhale deeply. The perfect mixture of cotton candy and Mel…my favorite smell in the world.

“Are you sniffing me again?” She tries to sound mad, but I can hear the laughter in her voice. I seem to constantly do it and it’s something that she brings up. She tells me that it’s weird that I sniff her like a dog.

“Maybe,” I say before inhaling again…perfect.

“You’re so weird,” she puts the bottle of lotion back on her bedside table and turns to snuggle into me. There is nothing better in the world than having her in my arms. Well…. maybe being inside her, but having her in my arms is a close second.

“Wanna tell me what you’ve been thinking about so hard since we left your parent’s house?”

“Noticed, that did you?” She replies but not looking at me fully. I bring my hand to her chin and lift her head so that she is looking into my eyes.

“You can tell me honey. What’s got you so serious?”

“Nothing. I dunno. My mom and I were talking, and she just started saying things. And then I started to do my usual freak out. It’s just one of those nights I guess.” She’s trying to look anywhere but at me, but I keep her chin firmly in place. Her eyes are so expressive and always telling what she is really thinking. Right now, they’re guarded, and I don’t like it.

“Well what did she say?” And I can see a veil come down even more. Whatever they talked about is something that she really wants to get out of telling me, but that’s not happening. I need to know what is upsetting her. My happy and bubbly Mel, is replaced with quiet and somber  and it’s scaring me a little. Shit, what if her mom told her that she could do better or something?

“Oh…umm…nothing. Just mom stuff…ya know?”

“Babe.” I say sternly trying to convey that this conversation is going to happen no matter what. We’ll get through whatever was said.

“Really…it was nothing.”

“Mel.”

“Seriously,” she says way too quickly.

“Melanie.”

“Fine! She thinks that I...may...love...you...and...you...love...me...too,” she mumbles and spits it out like she’s on fire.

“Say that again…slowly.” She takes a big breath and blows it out slowly as if gathering her courage. I understood her the first time, but really want her to repeat it. I know…I’m a dick.

“I said, she thinks that I may love you and that you may love me too.” Well good to know that Beth wasn’t warning her away from me. And it is like Mel to flip out about something like this.

“And what do you think, baby?”

“What do you mean?” She looks so cute with her nose scrunched up.

“Do you love me baby?” I ask, as I move closer to her until the tips of our noses are touching.

“Ummmm.”

“It’s a yes or no question honey.”

“We’ve only been together for like two months! Don’t you think that all of this is going too fast?” And here is OCD Mel who needs a timeline, list, and a big box to organize everything.

“Again, Mel either you know, or you don’t.” And it’s true. I realized that I loved her a few weeks ago when I found myself smiling at the thought of just going home to her after work. I’ve never had someone that I couldn’t wait to see. With her I want to keep her tied to my side all day. I hate being away from her. And it just hit me that I was in love with her. I was going to wait awhile before I said anything since I know how she tends to react, but since her mom decided to start this, I might as well finish it.

“Well what about you?”

“What about me baby?” I say nuzzling into her neck. She pushes me with all the force of a toddler, but I give in and move back a little.

“Don’t be cute.” She’s trying to glare at me, but she’s about as scary as a kitten.

“But I am cute. I happen to know how very cute you think that I am,” I chuckle as she glares at me some more.

We were relaxing and watching a movie one Friday night. I was having a few beers and Mel was enjoying some wine. I didn’t realize that wine hits her pretty quickly. After about two, maybe two and a half glasses, she’s all over me telling me how cute she thinks that I am and how much she likes my abs. I was just sitting there enjoying her cuteness until she went into detail about how she would like to trace my tattoos with her tongue. Let’s just say after that we didn’t watch the movie and I made sure to give her ample time to trace my entire body with her tongue. Who knew drunk Mel turned into a bit of a freak? I plan to keep the house stocked up on that wine. I have a lot of ideas that I want to try, that I think drunk Mel might enjoy.

“You’re such an ass!”

“If I remember correctly you said that you liked that part of me too. I think you said and I quote, “I could probably bounce a quarter off your ass.” She covers her face in her hands but not before I see her turn bright red. When she woke up the next morning she apologized profusely about mauling me like a deranged animal. Personally, she can maul me anytime and I told her as much. But she still wouldn’t look me in the eyes for the entire day…so fucking cute.

“I still can’t believe that I acted like that! I’ve never EVER have done that before. I don’t know what the hell came over me.”

I really like hearing that I affect her like that, but back to the matter at hand.

“Babe…do you love me?”

“Maybe,” she mumbles into my shoulder trying her hardest to not have to look at me. Well fuck that! I pick her up and toss her onto her back on the bed. I lean over her and crowd her in so that she can’t go anywhere and tickle her sides. One thing I’ve learned is how ticklish she is. She is ticklish almost everywhere on her body and hates it.

“STOP! Please stop!” She’s yelling at me through her laughter.

“Not unless you tell me what I want to know.” I know that this is kind of an asshole move but with Mel you have to take her out of her head once in a while and this seems to work well.

“FINE! Fine…I’ll tell you!” I ease off just a little so that she can catch her breath but keep my hands at her sides just in case she tries to back out.

“YES, you big jerk…I Love You!” She looks like she can’t actually believe that she said it out loud. I lean in close to her face and ask.

“You love me?”

“Yes Morris, I love you.” Those are the sweetest words that I have ever heard and will remember them until the day I die. I give her a brief kiss on the lips.

“Glad you’ve finally caught up honey because I’ve loved you for a while now.” I look into her eyes letting her see how truthful my words are.

“Really?”

“Really Mellie.”

’m not sure which one of us acts first. All I know is that her lips are on mine and she’s pushing her tongue into my mouth while keeping a death grip on what little hair that I have. I may have to grow it out some for her. I pull off the shirt she’s wearing and rip down her pants, taking her panties along with them. She’s pulling at my shirt frantically to get if off but with our size differences she isn’t having much luck. I end up ripping my shirt over my head and tossing it. She’s going for my belt like a woman possessed. I hold her hands still and break the kiss.

“I have to get up and take my boots off first babe. Give me two seconds,” I say hoping into a sitting position to get the fucking things off. How many times did I fucking knot these things?

“Hurry.” Her eyes are blazing with need, so dilated that they are almost black.

“I’m trying baby.” I finally get my boots off and rip my socks, jeans, and boxers off in record time. I’m on her so quickly I can see the flash of surprise in her eyes. It’s quickly replaced by heat again when I settle between her legs and rub my erection through her folds. Fuck she is soaked! I can feel her juices coating my dick. I really wanted to take my time with her, but the way she’s looking at me like she wants to devour me and how wet she is, I know that’s not happening.

“This is going to be hard and fast babe. My dick is so hard that I think I could pound nails.”

“So why don’t you stop talking and fuck me already?” Smartass.  I line up at her entrance and enter her fully in one thrust. I still for a moment to let her acclimate to my size. I’m a big man and Mel is always so tight no matter how primed she is. Inside of her is my favorite place in the whole world.

“Please Mor…I need you to move!” She pants out gripping my shoulders.

“Whatever you want baby.” I pull out until only the crown is in her and thrust back in repeating the process over and over. I grab her knees and put them over my elbows to give me more traction. At this angle the only thing she can really do is hold onto to the bed. She’s gripping the sheet so tightly that I can see her knuckles turning white. I’m pounding into her at a brutal pace and a thin sheet of sweat is starting to coat both of our bodies.

“I need more sweetie. I don’t know. I’m close but I need something.”

“I’ve got you honey.” I flip her over onto her stomach and grab her hips to pull her ass up into the air. I don’t give her any warning before I slam back into her from behind. Luckily, she had enough time to put her hands down and brace herself, otherwise she would’ve went flying. Keeping one hand on her hip, I use the other to reach around and rub her clit. I can feel how close she is as her pussy starts to tighten on my dick. I pound into her harder while applying more pressure on her clit.

“Come for me Mel.” I rasp trying to hold on long enough for her to come. Every time with her gets better and better. Her pussy fits my dick like a glove and I end up coming faster and harder than I ever have in my life.

 

“YES! YES…I’m com…Fuck!” Is all she gets out before I feel her muscles contract and if it’s possible her pussy tightens so much that I have to work to stay in. I can feel my balls tightening up and after three more thrusts I come while spilling my seed into her. I’ve never gone bare with anyone else, but I love seeing my cum dripping out of her. I like being able to mark her as mine.

When I’m finally able to move, I pull out and flop onto my back, throwing my arm over my head. Mel plops right down on top of me, with her head on my chest, arm around my stomach and her leg thrown over mine. I never used to like to have anyone so close to me when I slept, but with Mel, everything just feels right. I’ve even caught myself pulling her closing if she moves away during the night. I wrap my arms around her holding her close. One across her shoulders and the other one on her ass.

“Wow,” Mel says on a sigh. “If I knew it would get me sex like that, I totally would’ve told you that I loved you sooner!” She says giggling into my chest. I snort and give her ass a smack for good measure.

“Owww! Will you stop doing that!” She’s so cute with her little glare that I can’t help myself and kiss the tip of her nose just as she yawns in my face.

“Never baby. Now get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” I pull her close again and bring the covers up over us. She snuggles into me again getting comfortable.

“Goodnight Morris, I love you.”

I kiss the top of her head.

“Night Mel, love you too honey.” I listen as her breaths even out letting me know that she’s asleep. I lay awake just holding her and thinking about our future. When her parents asked her if she was pregnant, I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little hopeful that she was. I know that it is too early for kids, but damn if I didn’t like the thought of her swollen with my baby. The last thought I have before I fall asleep is of her holding our newborn baby in her arms.